"Shit, it's nearly 6:00." I said as I quickened my steps. I am going to be late, what will I do? My husband is going to be very angry with me. I dig into my purse as I walk faster; my stiletto heels aren't making my pace any quicker. I find my cell phone; damn batteries dead. My heart starts beating fast inside my chest; it feels as if it is caught in my throat. His boss and his boss's wife are coming to dinner tonight and I have to dress and make sure the caterers have everything they need. I don't want to keep the caterers longer then necessary. Hiring them for the evening is already beyond our means, but it will be worth it if Scott is made partner at Bradshaw, McNichols and Spanziola. Ryan Spanziola is the only active partner in the firm and it is his decision if Scott is to become a partner. Tonight must be perfect.
Scott is in the apartment pacing back and forth. There is a look of concern on his face. "Where is that wife of mine?" He roars into an empty living room as he slams down the phone for the fifth time. He can rely on his wife, so it is not usual for her to be late. He paces back and forth across the room, holding his belt in his hand, lightly smacking it into the palm of his other hand. The slight sting keeps him mildly aware of what the evening holds for him and Christine after his boss leaves.
It is getting dark early, now that fall has arrived. The smell of dead, wet leaves is in the air. It is a foggy and dreary night. The only sound is the clicking of heels rushing down the wet alley. I hear a strange sound, only to discover that it is a cat in the trash can, digging for food. Suddenly, I feel chills creeping down my spine and over my skin. I slow down a bit, straining my ears for any sound, not hearing anything; I look around and walk even faster.
I see the lights of my apartment building; a sigh of relief comes out of me. Not realizing how scared I was. My hands are sweating as I dig into my purse for my keys. Suddenly, a man grabs me from behind, pulling me back into the alley. My heart starts thumping madly inside of my chest. My breasts heave up and down from the fear within.
My mouth is covered with a gloved hand. I notice that the glove is leather and my assailant is wearing a wool coat and a Fedora hat. He whispers into my ear in a low deep voice, "Don't scream, do exactly as I say and I will let you go." I nod my head in response, too afraid to move. He then gently pushes me against the wall of the apartment building. I feel his body pressed against mine. The heat of his breath along with the fear excites me. He isn't like any rapist that I have heard of; he is well dressed and very sensual. He is gentle and lightly runs his hands along my body, as if he were checking me out. My body betrays me as it responds to his touch. He then brings one of his gloved hands to his face and uses his teeth to pull off his glove.
I then feel his warm hand on the inside of my thigh, lightly letting his thumb rub my cunt through my panties. Gliding it up my body, stopping to rest on my breast. He whispers in my ear in his a husky low voice he says, "This is just the prelude of what will come Christine." I feel my liquids starting to flow, as I do not enjoy the heat of his breath or the warm touch of his hands but my body completely betrays me. Suddenly he whips me around; I can barely see the outline of his face in the shadows. He is distinguished looking with a touch of gray at his temples, cleanly shaven with poignant cologne. He starts kissing my neck down to my breasts. I put up a struggle, but to no avail. His lips start working magic on my neck, gently kissing it, then running his tongue to my earlobes, pulling them into his mouth, nibbling on them. Suddenly, he pushes me away, but not before I feel his large and extremely hard cock brush my thigh. He disappears down the alley, leaving me breathless. Startled that he knew my name, I stood in shock, mildly intrigued by this stranger.
Standing there with the realization of what has happened washing over me like a bucket of cold water. I fastened my coat, bent over to gather up my things when I hear footsteps coming near. Excited, yet afraid, I wait quietly in the dark waiting for them to pass. I am relieved and saddened to see it is just another pedestrian walking home from work.
I let myself into our apartment the caterers are in the kitchen preparing for tonight's extravagant meal. I quickly check with them to see they have everything. Next, I rush to the master bath and start filling up the deep tub with steaming water and some bath oils. I watch myself in the mirror as I undress, eyeing my body and running my hands over my breasts, remembering his touch and his smell. What is the matter with me? I am excited over a stranger's touch. I didn't sense any danger, as I know I should have. There was just something about him that I couldn't put my finger on, but was definitely arousing. Quickly I finish undressing and step into the hot tub. Lathering my body and imagining it is "his" hand that rubs the soap over me and washes my neck, breasts and hot pussy. I linger at my pussy longer then usual, exploring my cunt with my fingers. Parting my lips and feeling the heat and moisture from within my body.
Suddenly the bedroom door opens and I hear my husband Scott calling out to me. "Honey, are you OK? I was worried about you when I couldn't get a hold of you on the cell phone and you weren't here when I got home."
"I am fine, just some dead batteries and some last minute running around to do."
I watch Scott undress. I smiled to myself; the man has a sexy ass. A broad muscular chest, though not too much so, just enough muscles to show he is all man. He has the line to paradise and it is paradise under those pants.
"I am going to shower now, care to join me?" he asked.
"I wish I had time, I am getting out of the tub now to make sure everything is set for our guests."
I feel Scott's eyes on my body as I get out of the tub. "Ah, Christine, how I love your body, such beautiful round breasts. Round firm butt and long curvy legs that end at your flat belly. You'll probably drive my boss crazy tonight!"
I smile at him and tell him, "You don't need me to impress your boss, I am sure you will dazzle him with your brilliant wit alone."
"Yes, dear but your cleavage will probably help even more", he laughed.
Once in the bedroom I hear the shower running and I ask myself, why didn't I say anything to him? Why keep it a secret from the man I love? I suppose it is because his new boss is coming to dinner. Why put more pressure on his shoulders then he already has? And really the man in the street didn't hurt me.
I put on the new Christian Dior look a like dress I bought at the boutique in town. It is a cream color with a back that scoops down loosely to just above my ass. It does however, accentuate my ass. In front, straps that connect at the back of my neck hold it on. It hugs my breasts and hips. I thought it might be too much, but Scott thought it would be perfect for our little dinner party. I left it up to him, as it was his ass on the line, so to speak.
Scott comes out of the bedroom dressed in his best suit. This is going to be a very fancy dinner. It is practice for the many dinners to come if he gets the promotion to partner of the law firm. It is a very prestigious firm; they only handle the crème de la creme of people in New York. Their clients are anything from the hottest movie stars to the most well-known mob families. Dinner parties are just a portion of what comes with the job. There will be parties to have and to go to, along with operas, plays and other spectacular shows that only certain people get to attend. All of these by invitation only; invitations, one does not turn down.
It is 8:00 when the door chimes ring with Ryan and Sophia Spanziola's arrival. He is a handsome man with a touch of gray at the temples; something strikes me as familiar. My god, could it be? I smile and say hello to Ryan and he introduces me to his wife, Sophia. She is a beautiful blonde wearing a new Liz gown that is form fitting and dark blue to match her blue eyes. Sleeveless with a very sexy dip in the front of her dress. I see Scott can't take his eyes off of Sophia and Ryan can't keep his eyes off of me.
We go into the dining room where the caterers had set up the table and bring out our appetizers. We have our soup and an outstanding seafood salad. The main course was filet mignon, which was cooked to perfection. The conversation was light and interesting. I noticed that Scott seemed to shift in his seat a bit uncomfortably, little did I know that Sophia was rubbing his inner thigh with her foot. Ryan had casually placed his hand on my thigh several times as we chatted. I could feel the heat from his hand through my thin gown. His hand would move slowly up my thigh and stop very close to the crease of my dress between my legs.
Once the baked Alaskan was finished and the dishes cleared, I discreetly dismissed the caterers.
After desert we retired to the living room for brandy. Sophia took Scott by the hand and asked him to lead her to the powder room. Once in the hall she pressed her body against him and gently felt his cock whispering, "I would love to have you for desert." Then she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving him startled and aroused.
